I thought that fourth grade would be good. I thought that when I switched school districts, I would have friends for once. Boy, was I wrong! Fourth grade was one of the worst school years for me. My teacher was the meanest, most hateful human being on the planet. She never hurt me physically, but she was very verbally abusive. One day, during a math lesson, I got a question wrong. She took her ruler, pointed it at me, and said, "Class, at the end of this ruler is an idiot." I felt hurt, but I didn't lose it. "Which end?" I sneered. She said, "You damn bitch! Show some respect when you talk to me!" I said, "You're a hypocrite." She said, "What?" I said, "You heard me. You're a hypocrite. You tell me to show respect, but you're not showing respect yourself." She sent me to the principal's office, and I got suspended for the rest of the week. Apparently, I wasn't allowed to defend myself. Most days, I would come home in tears because of that horrible woman. One day, I tripped and fell after it rained. I landed in a puddle. I got wet, and unfortunately, I got my school book wet, too. My teacher said to me, "Autumn, how dare you! Don't you know how much that book cost?!" I said, "I'm sorry. It was an accident." She said, "Children just don't understand these things." I said, "I said I was sorry. You want a cookie to go with that?!" She said, "Autumn, don't get fresh with me." I later went home and told my aunt what happened. She said, "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I said, "I'm not hurt at all. You know, you were the only person to ask me that." She said, "That's so sad." She talked with that teacher, but it didn't do any good. I barely passed the fourth grade because of my horrible teacher. At least I passed, and I didn't have to deal with her again.
I haven't written any articles on my fan club in a while. I felt like writing a eulogy about my dog, Fluffy. Fluffy was my second female dog. I remember when I got her. My aunt and uncle and I were visiting with my grandmother's sister in Florida. One of her neighbors happened to be breeding Smooth Collie puppies. I took one of them home with me, and I named her Fluffy for the sake of being ironic. She was the most vocal of all the dogs I've had. She was also very motherly. When we adopted Roxy, my Pit Bull, Fluffy accepted the pup as her own. She did the same with my Rottweiler, Stone, and with my newest dog, River. When my first dog, Diesel, passed away, Fluffy grieved more than the other dogs, save for Sadie, my Labrador. Fluffy grieved really hard when we lost Sadie a year ago. Fluffy was really smart, too. She knew hundreds of words and phrases, and I cannot possibly name all of them. I miss her very much, and so does everyone else. I'll never forget her. May she rest in peace.
It was close to Christmas. The members of New Religion decided to go spend time was their families. Sadly, Erin's grandmother passed away. It was devastating for Erin. When New Religion picked up their tour, many people wanted to interview Erin. Lola said, "She lost a loved one. How do you think she's doing?!" Carl said, "Erin needs time to mourn her grandmother. She doesn't need a microphone in her face." Paul said, "She's been through so much. Leave her alone!" Erin thanked her friends for standing up for her. She later said, "I now know how Paul McCartney felt after John Lennon got shot." Lola hugged her. Things did get better for Erin with time. She lost so many she loved, but she kept going and never gave up.